She becomes silent and appears baffled on screen. She takes stock of her surroundings for a while. She mutters:

- Wh…Where am I? Wh…Why am I here?

She stands and leaves the newsdesk.

I feel a tug at my sleeve. I turn to my right. A little girl is holding my hand. She asks:

- Daddy, Mummy, where’re we going?

- I don’t know her. Do you? says the woman next to her.

I have no idea who they are. I shake my head before observing the multitude. It seems I am moving in the same direction like the rest, up these escalators. I see armed soldiers with maroon helmets guiding the human traffic. I pull one close and ask: